How much homework I still have to do and how what I did finish is just a tiny fraction of it. Seriously, it’s like a never ending/never shrinking amount.
I think about what I want to do the next day. Then I think reasonable about what I’ll do taking into account the fact that I’ll probably wake up around 11 or noon.
I think about people and places, too.
…Then I think I’m thinking too much and how I’ve worn myself out and I pass out.